Chapter 9: Goats and More

Bhap - bhap - bhap - bhap. 18-year-old Adriana was soon having her evil way with me from on top. She didn’t slap my crotch as hard as Saundra had, but I knew this girl was experienced. She was as fast as Saundra at coming too.

Adriana froze and stiffened. Her pussy tightened so much that it was hard to move. Happily, she loosened, and I humped up into her to grind my pelvic bone where it would do her the most good.

She shuddered hard and then keened.

“Oh God, Yessss ... Yes, yes, yes-yes. Oh YESSSsssss ... That’s IT!”

Her orgasm lasted at least a minute, and her cunt shuddered and squeezed me all the way through. I’d stuck my fists under my ass so I could stay up in the air higher for her. I enjoyed it longer, too. Adriana ground herself on my pelvic bone. I hadn’t worn a watch since I left the Marines, but she must have cum for at least two minutes with her after-effects.

I had not cum in her so much as she had sucked it out of me.

She eventually calmed down and was merely trembling. The other girls got up one by one and hugged her and complimented her on the show. They all kissed me. They all slipped me the tongue before leaving one at a time. I felt very honored by they way they had treated me.

I told myself, “Jack, you stumbled into the proverbial ditch full of crap. Somehow you come out of it like the cock of the walk. That had to be the finest fast fuck of my life.”

Little Adriana joined me for a quick shower. She is just so sweet. I wondered what the story was with those two. They had experience that was well beyond their years.

I smelled breakfast. Evidently the sausage and bacon at the grocery was still being kept cold. I had three eggs scrambled with cheese and sausage links. I had toast and coffee to get it all down. It was store-bought bread today; somebody had found some.

What had they been putting in bread that has a forever shelf life? I didn’t mention the bread issue, no need to rock the boat. We ate in the formal dining room because it had more seats.

After we finished, I asked the Valerio sisters to come out with me while I fed the bunnies. They loved the bunnies. I let them pet them a little. After adding feed pellets and refilling the water bottles, we chatted about the bunnies. I saw in their eyes that they were firmly against eating rabbits. We will have to see.

Maybe we can raise them and others will eat them? It depends on how hungry you get. I shot rabbits as a kid. They are terror on a new garden.

I said, “You know, we survivors are completely on our own now. In a while there will be no meat fit to eat at the grocery stores. We need to come up with our own meat sources. I can’t do everything that we need to do by myself.”

I said, “The Hsiu sisters are taking care of over 200 chickens every day. They go out there two times, morning and night. The chickens are an egg-laying breed, so we won’t get too many meals out of them; they are small 4 -5 pound chickens before plucking and cleaning them. There is a lot less meat after processing.”

I said, “The rabbits haven’t even begun to grow. We need something else, another source of meat.

Saundra said, “Cows?”

I said, “Maybe someday. I am going to miss bacon the most, but I don’t want to deal with the smell of raising hogs.”

I continued, “I was thinking about goats. I have found a goat farm. I need someone interested in taking care of miniature goats. These are small milk goats.” I put my right hand above my knee.

The goats will provide us with milk, butter and cheese, and someday some meat. Are you interested in helping? Did I tell you they are cute and playful?”

Saundra carefully said, “Maybe, maybe we should look at them and discuss this more first. Did you say meat?”

I said, “Yes, Each Nanny Goat has one or two kids around two times every year. You eat mostly the young male goats. You only need a couple male goats to keep all the lady goats happy and producing milk.”

Saudra said, “When do we start?”

I said, “How about now. I need to go feed the goats and check on them, anyway.”

They looked at each other, nodding yes.

Saudra said, “Let’s go.”

I borrowed Izzy’s Ford Transit. I got Saundra up to speed on driving as we drove out to the goat farm.

We got to the farm, and they both jumped out and ran over to the enclosure with the nannies and the younger goats. They loved them. There was some whispering, and Saundra came over to me.

She said, “I see one problem. Look at those little goats. There is no way we could kill one or eat one.”

I said, “I have thought of that. I will process the meat for other girls’ houses. We don’t have to have goat meat at our own house. Will that work for you? You need to ignore the adolescent ones and not get too attached to them.”

“The males will just disappear one day. When one ‘disappears,’ you will know why. The males are little stinkers anyway. If you need to love on a goat, love the does, the little girl goats.”

“Do not give the bucklings a name, that’s the baby male goats. That will make it harder on you.”

I said, “There is a ton of things to learn. You will be milking the nannies daily. There is a milking shed with a small milking machine. The milk has to be sterilized.”

“I will handle their mating the first few times. All this is in the magazines and books at home in my office. There is also a lot of information still online.”

I said, “One thing to think about. Goat meat is - er - I guess was the most consumed meat per capita in the entire world up until now. Americans didn’t start eating beef until the cattle drives started from Texas in the late 1800’s.

I said, “My point is, I haven’t seen any cattle or indication there are cattle near here, at least within easy driving distance of Savannah. Goats may be the major meat source we eat in a few years.

The goats were as interested in the girls as the girls were in the goats. I had them check the waterers and give them some feed.

For now, I was not worried about milking them. They could ease into that. They had to get up to speed on that on their own. For now, the babies were keeping the moms drained.

Satisfied that they would love to take over, we headed back towards town.

I said, “We need to get you a car. I don’t have enough Teslas yet. I’ve been thinking we needed to start thinking about diesel fuel. Diesel fuel lasts a lot longer than gasoline, I think.”

Authors note: Diesel lasts about as long as gasoline. Both fuels can last longer with certain additives. Neither will last beyond about one year. Please don’t email me with your favorite additive.

Saundra said, “My Mom has a BMW X5. It’s diesel. It’s sitting at our house in the driveway.”

I had her guide me to her house. We got there, and it was a green 2023 model. She ran inside, got the keys, and came back out. She got into the driver’s seat and looked at me challengingly.

Saundra said, “We have a cabin in the mountains. I drive it up there all the time.”

Adriana giggled, “Me too.”

I got in on the passenger side. The brown leather interior was very classy. Adriana got in the back, and we took off. I could tell when Saundra got in she knew the car well. She adjusted the seat and her mirrors and turned all the way around before backing out. She did it automatically.

We only needed to drive around for five minutes, and I knew Saundra could drive. I had them switch positions, and I soon had two more girls and an easily drivable car. The big thing is that Saundra has a charge card already. She can fill it up at the pump herself. She had Adriana stop at a station, and they gassed it up. She knew to use the green handle. It’s like these two are almost adults already.

We got back to her house, and in the car, I explained I had all the magazines and books on goats at my house. I wanted them to work on this project together. They needed to get up to speed on goats. The goat project was theirs. I would take care of any butchering, but that was in the distant future for now.

I had other food sources to find.

We got back to my place, and I turned all the goat material over to the girls.

We had sandwiches for lunch. They had hit a Publix for lunchmeat and cheese. They still had fresh sliced chicken and ham for lunch meats. Figures, they didn’t get roast beef. They only got what they liked. It was great anyway. They had lots of chips and cookies to go with it. I passed in the cookies and brushed my teeth right after.

Chen and Li wanted to talk, so we went into my office.

Chen said, “We have been snooping around at the chicken ranch. Rory and Candy Thompson were a bit weird. They raised chickens because he and his wife believed grocery store food was bad for you. They have another farm out there. It’s a mile further up the road and hidden. You wouldn’t normally see it from the road. It’s up a dirt track. We went up there and looked at it. Holy crap, it has surprises.”

I said, “What did you find there?”

She said, “Rory raised his own grains for the chickens. The interesting thing to us, is he also has a huge vegetable garden. He has barely begun to plant this year’s crop of vegetables.”

I said, “Are they heritage vegetables?”

She said, “Yes, but Li and I had to figure out what Heritage meant and why that was important. All the seeds we saw said Heritage. That’s why we looked it up. Heritage means we can gather the seeds at the end of the year and plant them next year. Other seeds won’t do that. Those types of seeds are called hybrids.”

I said, “Does he have a tractor up there?”

She said, “Yes - two and a lot of other farm things. He has all kinds of equipment up there. As far as I could tell, they were rich and bought the best of everything. He has stuff for plowing and planting and a combine, too.”

I said, “It’s all made by a company called Case. It was all made in 2023 and looks nice. It’s all washed and waxed even. He had replaced it all early last year. You need to come out and look at it.”

I sat and thought for a minute. Growing up, we had a small tractor and basic farm equipment, but ours were old 80’s era equipment. I knew how to do the basic shit. This looked like a way we could grow our own food.

I had been worried about that. There were enough canned vegetables to keep us going for a couple years. The downside was that canned food was not likely to last beyond five years. It also wasn’t very wholesome or tasty.

I needed to go out there and look at the land and check the soil. See if anything has been planted yet. I also had to see what equipment he had.